Arf Arf Arf

yell it out as loud as you can, regardless of where you are, or wether this is the best time to say it.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Escape

(Peel the potatoesBoil the carrots)i am living in my own little worlddoesnt work very wellbut i am working on itill always be buildingthis tree goes therethis river hereperfect place to escape(No longer lies)its my worldexactly how i want itthere i am Godunlike herewhere every aspect is controlled(Do your mathsStudy your science)by my subconciousthe Creatorthe Beast(Do the laundryAnd hang it up)everything i see is what it conjured upyoure fake and everything you say(Shut your mouth)isnt truebecause its all fake(And clean your mess)but i wont have to worry about thatonce i escape

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Pet Sematary

If you've been searching years and years in libraries, video stores, and even garage sales looking for a Stephen King adaptation that actually sticks to the book, Pet Sematary pretty much follows the book exactly. It's not as scary as most horror movies, which is good for those of us who hate having to cover our eyes and getting nightmares about demons jumping out of walls. Not to mention that little girl did a good job playing Ellie. The only main things different are the suicidal laundrywoman (movie), Henratty the Bull (book), and Norma Crandall (book), which don't really make that much of a difference. It doesn't have a very high rating on imdb, but it's perfect for kids to watch - as long as they don't get freaked seeing bloody faces and empty eye-sockets, they're all set.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Finally...

Saturday, January 14, 2006

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I rememberwe used to keepa small bunnywild, untamedin a boxsoon enough, it diedlaying on its sidestrangest expression on its facenot peaceful but more(i've seen the world andi don't want to see no more)like it's simply overwe poked it but it lay stilldead.Every day I wake up Ithink about that bunnyand I(eat the poison apple)envy it.Some day I willhave enough of this world tooand I'll lay dead(enough is enough)before I wake up againmy mum won't see at firstyelling then screamingshaking then slapping(no more endless yapping)until she realizesI'm deadand thatevery poke,every gesture of(nothing but a deck of cards)violencewill hurt themmore than theywill everhurt me(let them sing)Iwon'tfeelathing.('cos by then i'll be in hell)(and i can't wait)

Monday, January 09, 2006

Dolphins

Scientists say dolphins are about as smart as humans. If this is true, why do we have such different lifestyles? Think about it - humans think of themselves as the smartest creatures on Earth. We have a complex system of government, fastly-growing advanced technology, and complex issues that go beyond stay out of my territory.

Then why do we suffer?

Isn't it sad how we could be the smartest race, but still need such a complex system to govern ourselves and others? Is it because we intelligent beings know better than to live in freedom, or can't handle it? Why is it that our technology, which gets us out of bed in the morning, is destroying the world we know and live in?

The answer is, we have too much power, and we're killing ourselves with it.

We're so paranoid that, when a person steps out of the fence and into the type of freedom everyone secretly wants, to murder and lie and cheat, we catch them, cage them, and sit them in a deadly chair. A chair we made with our own technology capable of frying our own brains.

After all, this is the smart way - the human way.

Now let's look at dolphins. They are intelligent - they imitate noises, movements, and don't have the type of instinct to automatically see mankind as an enemy. They have no jobs, no government, or taxes. They're perfectly happy. Of course, they don't lie, and cheat and steal. Neither do they have our hands, hands capable of turning everything we touch into a weapon. They don't need them, either.

Face it, they're smarter than us.

We busy ourselves with work. A soiled suit could mean the end of your chances of getting a job, the end of your economic life, the end of your life. And all this time, they're playing, diving merrily in and out of water, free enough to soar. And they can. They haven't ruined their lives the way we have, trapping ourselves in an endless path of hardships.

Friday, January 06, 2006

A Question

This is for people who believe there is a god. It's not meant to challenge your faith, I just really need to know. If your answer make sense, I'm seriously considering taking up religion. My question is, why does God bother telling us to be good and to go to Heaven if we're so small compared to him? Why does someone like him need to control peoples' lives by telling us how to live? Doesn't he do anything besides watch over us?